Road Warriors: A Mad Max RP

[Adlai Stevenson]

"My life fades. The vision dims. All that remains are memories. I remember a time of chaos, ruined dreams, this wasted land... but most of all, I remember the Road Warrior..."



Once upon a time, not too long ago, but so, so far away, there was an old world. A world powered by electric lights, and the black fuel. A world where the waters flowed freely, and the sun shone with mercy, and there was no sense in the killin' of anyfolk. Great cities stretching as far as the eye could see sprouted from the earth - with endless towers, and skyscrapers - before they were all wiped away in a flash of bright light and raging fire, for reasons long forgotten, between the squabblin' of two great warrior tribes. As the old world burned to ash and rubble, a whirlwind of looting and fear overtook the last of civilization.



On the roads, it was a white-lined nightmare. Only those mobile enough to scavenge and brutal enough to pillage would survive. The gangs took over the highways, ready to wage war for a tank of juice. In this maelstrom of death and decay, ordinary men were battered and smashed and burned.



Out from the ashes of this dead world, some have sought to exploit the chaos, with chaos of their own design. Men as heartless and cruel as the wastelands they rule, consolidating their power and exuding their will over every grain of sand in this ruined hellscape.



In the wasteland, hope is a mistake.
In the wasteland, everything hurts.
In a world that has forgotten its past, the future belongs to the MAD.

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In this RP, we are road warriors, blazing across the desert in search of a full tank, a full belly, and a better tomorrow. We fall into a brand new war in the desert; a war of fear, and revving engines, and a race against time to claim a relic of a long-forgotten world...

CHARACTER SHEETS

NAME: (It's Mad Max; go crazy with it)
AGE: (Don't have to be exact, feel free to measure it however you'd like. It's Mad Max; go crazy with it)
FACTION:
APPEARANCE: (Go crazy with it, whether it was Mad Max or not)
BIO:
WEAPONS/GEAR: (It's Mad Max; go crazy with it)
STRENGTHS:
WEAKNESSES:

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VEHICLE STATS

In the post-apocalyptic orgy of gas and steel and rubber that is the Mad Max universe, your vehicle is an extension of yourself - you take care of it, you try to keep it from harm, and you trick it out with some crazy bullshit that makes it dope-er than hell. Like the old, trusty steeds of the Wild West or Medieval Era, your mount was an important part of your personality, your prestige, and getting from A to B quickly, and in one piece. Luckily, these things are faster than horses, and (probably) poop a lot less. And you've got a wide variety to choose from.

VEHICLE: (Optional, but recommended; choose from whatever category you'd like, and feel free to go nuts with the appearances)
SPEED: (How fast your vehicle goes; The faster you are, the faster you can run someone down... or run away from someone, if need be)
MANEUVERABILITY: (How well your vehicle handles turns, tight spaces, or other fancy flying)
DURABILITY: (How much abuse your vehicle can take and still keep going; the bigger you are, the more you can take, even without armor)
MILEAGE: (The rate at which your vehicle consumes fuel, and how much it expends; gasoline is the lifeblood of the wasteland, so the more you have, the farther you can go... but the more you'll need when you go empty)
CUSTOM: (What have you slapped on your vehicle? Sidecar? Guns? Plate armor? More guns? Turbo boost? Even more guns? Apply the statistic edits to the rest of your vehicle's profile)

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VEHICLE CATEGORIES

BIKES - They might be the smallest vehicles you'll encounter, but they're some of the fastest, by themselves. Good for lone wolfing your way across the Outback, the sun at your back and survival on your mind. (4 Speed, 5 Maneuverability, 1 Durability, 4 Mileage)

COMPACTS - The smallest four wheeled automobiles, including smaller two doors, jalopies and buggies, they might not be as bold and badass as the Muscles or Roadsters, but they tend to make up for it in their flashiness and reliability; it's not about the size, mate. It's about how you use it. (3 Speed, 4 Maneuverability, 2 Durability, 3 Mileage)

MUSCLES - Some people just prefer the classics. These are the cars your dad sighs about as he scrolls through the Craigslist ads and looks at you with mild disappointment. They're bigger, and tougher, and pack one hell of a punch, but they aren't as quick as their Compact or Roadster counterparts. (3 Speed, 3 Maneuverability, 3 Durability, 3 Mileage)

ROADSTERS - This is speed. This is style. This is alpha as fuck. What they lack in durability, they make up for in speed rivaling their two wheeled cousins, and make it look even better. (4 Speed, 3 Maneuverability, 2 Durability, 3 Mileage)

TRUCKS - The workhorses. The pluggers. The get-er-done-ers of the sandy wastes. They've got more space, more durability, and more room for friends or other unpleasant surprises for anyone unfortunate enough to cross your path. The stuff the ads on TV narrated by Sam Elliott and other gruff baritones consist of. (2 Speed, 2 Maneuverability, 4 Durability, 2 Mileage)

RIGS - The big ones. The really, really big ones. The biggest ones you'll encounter. Most of them are practically rolling fortresses by themselves, but all that weight makes for one hell of a slow ride, and they suck down gasoline like mosquitoes, or that one girl you met back in Bartertown who earned her keep the hard way. (1 Speed, 2 Maneuverability, 5 Durability, 1 Mileage)

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CUSTOMIZATION

It's rare to see a vehicle in the wasteland with any stock parts left clinging to the chassis. You have a multitude of custom bits to choose from, whether they be defensive (armor plating, bulletproof tires, a turbo boost) or offensive (guns, guns, guns, flamethrowers, harpoons, GUNS).

- Armor Plating (+1 Durability, -1 Speed)
- Bulletproof Tires (+1 Durability, -1 Maneuverability)
- Turbo Boost (+1 Speed, -1 Maneuverability)
- Sidecar (for Bikes, -1 Speed)
- Turret (Compacts through Trucks, whether it be a machine gun, flamethrower, harpoon gun, whatever you wanna throw at fuckers in your way, -1 Maneuverability; Rigs can have up to two without penalty)
- Spike Strip Deployer (-1 Speed)
- Oil Slick (-Maneuverability)
- Boarding Plank (Compacts, through Roadsters, -1 Maneuverability; Trucks and Rigs can have up to two without penalty)
- Battering Ram (+1 Durability, -1 Maneuverability)
- Tow Cable (+Durability, -Speed)
- Elevated Suspension (+1 Maneuverability, -1 Durability)
- Lowered Suspension (+1 Speed, -1 Maneuverability)

Anything else you can think of? Write it in, lemme know, we'll see how it goes!

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FACTIONS

Not every road warrior wanders alone. Some have formed gangs, even armies, to have their backs, and fight for supremacy over the wasteland. Each group is a unique, special grain of sand in its own way, and come with certain perks otherwise not afforded to the common rabble.

The Free Furies - led by Imperator Furiosa, the Free Furies are probably the largest gang left standing in the wasteland, though probably the most divided, as well. Since the death of Immortan Joe, Furiosa has presided over the Citadel, taking charge by right of conquest after defeating most of the War Boys' standing army. By her will, there's been a great deal of change and reform that has shaken the Citadel to its foundations; the countless wives of Immortan Joe have been freed from their servitude, water runs freely from the underground lake-circulated taps (with some moderation), and the massive divide between men and women of their settlement has been... well, addressed, at least. Former War Boys and newly-trained warrior wives fight alongside each other in the wastes as the Free Furies, so that's something. Meanwhile, many War Boys, still fanatically dedicated to their slain god-king, have fled the Citadel in disgust and dishonor, marauding their former home at every opportunity, while relations between Gas Town and the Bullet Farm have become decidedly colder...

Free Furies receive some benefits in the form of modified vehicles:

Compacts: +1 Speed, +1 Durability
Muscles: +1 Speed, +1 Durability
Roadsters: +1 Speed, +1 Durability
Trucks: +1 Speed, +1 Durability
Rigs: +1 Speed, +1 Durability

The War Boys - Once the warrior-elite of Immortan Joe's army, the War Boys were born and raised to worship and revere their god-king without question or even self-preservation, fighting and dying for the chance to live again in Valhalla alongside their glorious leader. They've been dealt a terrible, God-smacking blow with the death of Immortan Joe at the hands of the traitorous Imperator Furiosa, and her man-hating, whore-wrought ideas of the future for the Citadel make them sick - fuck the traitors, fuck the wives, they live and die for Immortan Joe, may he forever ride into the horizon, shiny and chrome. They take the death of Immortan Joe, a god made flesh, as a sign of the coming end times - Ragna Rock. The majority of War Boys suffer from terminal afflictions - oftentimes leukemia, or other forms of radiation-wrought cancer - and live short lives.

War Boys receive some benefits in the form of modified vehicles:

Compacts: +1 Speed
Muscles: +1 Speed
Roadsters: +1 Speed

The Ironbars - the Ironbars are one of the most varied forces in the wasteland today, and one of the fastest-growing. Once, they were the muscle behind the trading outpost known as Bartertown, home of the infamous Thunderdome arena, nearly destroyed by a meddling road warrior. But, under the guidance of Auntie Entity, Bartertown was rebuilt, bigger and badder than it was before. From a remote market settlement, Bartertown became a vastly influential center of commerce and trade in the wasteland, with the Ironbars as its greatly-expanded fist, named after their first commander.

Ironbars receive some benefits in the form of modified vehicles:

Compacts: +1 Speed, +1 Maneuverability
Muscles: +1 Speed, +1 Maneuverability
Roadsters: +1 Speed, +1 Maneuverability
Trucks: +1 Speed, +1 Maneuverability

The Rock Riders - The Rock Riders are a smaller bandit group that has taken residence in the canyons to the east of the Citadel, carving up the desert cliffs with supercharged bikes and some badass stunts. Without the fear of Immortan Joe to keep them at bay, as well as some added resentment for Imperator Furiosa's new leadership at the Citadel, the Rock Riders have also expanded in numbers and influence, controlling the entire mountainous canyon expanse stretching further east.

Rock Riders receive some benefits in the form of modified vehicles:

Bikes: +1 Speed, +1 Durability

The Buzzards - The Buzzards are a Russian-speaking group of bandits of Russian descent, living in underground burrows in the desert wastes bordering the Citadel. Once regarded as the 'lowest common denominator' in the wasteland, they too have benefited from Immortan Joe's demise, and have expanded their influence to maraud the Citadel and Gas Town. They are not known to scavenge, and care little for the preservation of any semblance of order.

Buzzards receive some benefits in the form of modified vehicles:

Compacts: +1 Durability
Muscles: +1 Durability
Roadsters: +1 Durability
Trucks: +1 Durability

The Khmer Noir - The Black Kampucheans - otherwise known as the Khmer Noir - represent the unified remnant of Australia's once sizable immigrant population, originating from Southeast Asia. Before the fall, thousands upon thousands of refugees made their way by sea and air to find hope of a better tomorrow - whether they were shot down, sunk in the ocean, or made it to shore, there was little hope left to find. They have since united a great deal of the Asian population left in the wasteland, clinging to the history and culture of a world gone by as they seek to stand for themselves, an autonomous people.

The Khmer Noir receive some benefits in the form of modified vehicles:

Bikes: +1 Speed
Compacts: +1 Speed

The History Men - The History Men are probably the least militant of the factions rearing their heads in the wasteland, standing for the return and preservation of the long forgotten old world, and to ensure that the horrors of the past do not further scar the future. This, however, does not mean they will not defend themselves, and they do have a paramilitary arm ready to protect what knowledge of the world before the fall is left, by any means necessary.

History Men receive some benefits in the form of modified vehicles:

Compacts: +1 Maneuverability
Trucks: +1 Maneuverability

[JW%]

Preregistering a character slot now. I'll dig out my old PDFs for After the Bomb and CarWars, though I don't know if it's applicable.

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NAME: Jules Wrenchmaster

AGE: Old enough to remember the time before...

FACTION: The Main Force(if it's still active, implied that at around Fury Road it had stopped being a thing, and by Beyond Thunderdome most people didn't even remember what a "cop" was) otherwise perhaps Ironbar.

APPEARANCE: A tall somewhat heavy set man with a lot of dark hair(just starting to grey) that looks like it's been mostly burnt off at shoulder length(maybe he just uses a cutting torch for his haircuts). He has a welding helmet, heavy welding gloves, and heavy welding vest that he wears most of the time, and a heavy toolbelt strapped to his hips and thighs, along with a set of boots wrapped into place. Pants optional.

BIO: A former mechanic for the government funded law enforcement agency 'The Main Force' which very quickly after the end lost it's funding and all of it's manpower quickly couldn't handle what it was dealing with, the cities what was left of them, were the first to go insane, which left the wastelands to fend for themselves. The Main Force now is mostly known only by the road signs they left behind, as they had to do more and more with less and less. Jules became known as the wrenchmaster as he showed mechanical aptitude bordering on the presentient(nevermind that before the end he held several engineering degrees), being able to fix just about anything with enough scrap and materials around(though how it would look when he was done is questionable). That made him valuable even after the Main Force lost it's control and any form of law was pretty much forgotten. Since then he's been reasonably respected out on in the wasteland, making things work in exchange for salvage and raw materials that will make other things work.

WEAPONS/GEAR: Mainly he has a large number of tools for anything from metal working to automotive repair, including some rather odd choices like a length of extension cord with the plugs broken off both ends(now used mostly as a rope. Suffice to say, if it's a mechanical issue he probably has the tool for it. He also has a big bowie knife strapped to his back and isn't adverse to fighting with a blowtorch or cattleprod if he has them on hand. Given suitable time and materials, he can build explosives or even recycle bullets to be usable again, but usually doesn't have any firearms with him. In addition to heavy protective gloves, he has also built himself a framework of metal pipes and joints that protect his back and arms.

STRENGTHS: Miracle worker with mechanical devises, even managing to keep some electronics working even in the wasteland. He's also reasonably big and strong and has good balance and dexterity for fighting close quarters. While not particularly good at leading or teaching, he can organize and command others to help with construction projects with reasonable charisma and applying his mechanical aptitude on anyone who follows his instructions(even if they seem nonsensical at the time).

WEAKNESSES: Can't ride a motorcycle or living animal(horses etc) and pretty much sticks to trucks or heavy rigs. Despite having a steady hand is not well trained in firearms. He's not very quick or has much endurance for running and jumping is pretty much right out for him.

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VEHICLE: Big Rig. A heavy frankenstein of a truck that is part garbage truck, part cabover semi truck with sleeper cabin. With some earth mover equipment mounted on the back because apparently having a rock crusher on a scoop arm seemed like a good idea at the time. It's built so it can disconnect from it's trailer and gain at least a bit of mileage, at the cost of most of it's custom work. This sucker is best used with a crew of at least three, one driver, one passenger gunner, and one to work the excavator arm and stuff in the back. Obviously more can ride.

SPEED: 1 -1 -1 -1 = Why would a tow cable slow down a big rig when it's not actually towing anything? Why would two slow it down more than one?
MANEUVERABILITY: 2 -1 = 1 (it basically has just enough to make the turns on the road, it's not going to out maneuver anything)
DURABILITY: 5 +1 +1 +1 +1 (Sucker is a rolling fortress, though I'm not sure how a tow cable is increasing a trucks durability, though I could see it increasing a cars since it would need a stronger frame to haul)
MILEAGE: 1 (that much weight and it's going to need a huge gas tank)
CUSTOM: The articulate arm has a flamethrower mounted at the "knuckle" of the scoop(initially intended to spray water to keep the rock dust in check), the passenger side of the truck has a compressed air harpoon gun mounted on it. The trash collecting spikes on the side have been modified into boarding planks, should this come up against anything near it's size(or to lay siege to an actual fortress). The dumpster loading spikes have been further modified with a "cow catcher", turning the front into a battering ram, and beneath that the harpoon is connected to a tow cable. Additionally there is a towing hitch on the back for hauling other vehicles. The tires are heavy earth mover kind with deep treads and are effectively bullet proof as they are made to withstand the weight and mass of the vehicle. While technically it doesn't have armor plating, most of the windows and windscreen have at least a metal mesh to protect from flying rocks and the vehicle itself is huge and heavy. View slits have been cut in the trash section, allowing passengers to fire any hand held firearms. The trash compactor hydraulics have been removed(making room for the articulate arms hydraulics). Enlargements to the gas tank and battery packs have also been added(solar panels were salvaged and can be mounted on the roof to charge the batteries, but they're fragile and shouldn't be mounted while driving or in combat).

Final custom run down:
Two turrets(one flame thrower, one harpoon)
Two tow cables(one front, one back)
One boarding plank(side)
One battering ram
Bulletproof tires
Excavator arm with rock crusher scoop.

[Penny Royals]

NAME: Eve
AGE: 10, 867 days
APPEARANCE:
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BIO: Eve was orphaned at a younger age, like most people in the wasteland, though she grew up in the Citadel. Pure of imperfections, she was chosen as a breeder for Immortan Joe at the age of 5,623 days, bearing him four sons and six daughters, five of which were deformed, three of which were stillborn, and all of which were taken away immediately, her job resumed. She was exactly 9,954 days old when she had a messier-than-usual birth of conjoined twin sons, and after almost two months of failed pregnancy attempts was shifted from her position as a breeder to a milk maker. Like many, she started out enjoying her ‘high society’ life as a breeder, but quickly came to hate her husband, though she didn’t actively plot against him. When Furiosa returned and took over, it became a new turn for Eve, who was able to leave the confines of the ‘palace’ and venture back into the world. Under her command, Eve and many other women have learned how to defend themselves and fight back against people from other towns – Eve in particular has taken a shine to melee weaponry and has become something of a bruiser.
WEAPONS/GEAR: A massive sledgehammer, a club, whatever else she needs to get her hands on.
STRENGTHS: Relatively strong, fast learner.
WEAKNESSES: She has severe pain still from the birth of her twins, which can go from being treated by normal folk remedies easily to doubling her over and incapacitating her for days. She also is blind on one eye, it being shot out by defecting War boys during training.



NAME: Ex
AGE: The mantle of Ex is as old as the apocalypse – the current wearer, however, is only about 24 years old.
APPEARANCE: i1161.photobucket.com/albums/q520/shad0w21/GasmaskGirl_Render_By_HeiReborn.png
BIO: Quiet and solitary, not much is known about Ex. Ex is the second of her kind, taking on the ‘mantle’ after her father died. She doesn’t speak much to others, and when she does her voice us heavily distorted, assuming the identity of a male person in the wasteland as it is safer for her. She has gone around helping others just as her father did, healing and doctoring and saving them from traps in exchange for food, gas, batteries and other resources.
WEAPONS/GEAR: A complete medical kit, though most of it is hastily put back together and some are obviously lifted from various other kits, and other bits entirely are replaced by other objects that get the job done.
STRENGTHS: Being one of the only true medics left in the world is this.
WEAKNESSES: Has little to no experience in weaponry, and severe respiratory and sight problems.

VEHICLE: An ambulance (truck), painted black with red crosses on the doors and sides. Has an ancient bell siren.
SPEED: 2
MANEUVERABILITY: 1
DURABILITY: 5
MILEAGE: 2
CUSTOM: Armor plating, bulletproof tires (+ windshield if allowed), boarding plank out the back, elevated suspension, turbo boost.

[lovely corte]

NAME: Bruva Suffa
AGE: Stop asking fucking questions.
APPEARANCE: i1.wp.com/nerdbastards.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/manu-bennett-spartacus.jpg Out of armour
BIO: A former highwayman, Bruva Suffa rolled with his crew until they were gradually destroyed by the Warboys and then picked off by Buzzards before he himself was captured. Luckily, for him, he was freed by the newly-freed Warboy Sleepy-Weepy who took to the worship of Furiosa. He now joins Phrike and Sleepy-Weepy in their hunting crew as the driver and mechanic.
WEAPONS/GEAR: th08.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2014/248/8/d/scourgers_archetype_by_marko_djurdjevic-d7y0lml.jpg Sans the shield and monkey paw-thing. Instead he uses two-hand axes, the edges being half-circular saw and the other side being a sharpened spike, useful for digging into the side of vehicles at highspeed with loops at the handles to wrap around his wrist in case he falls off.
He also carries his repairmen equipment and a modified revolver, which fires a single 30 gauge shotgun shell, useful for clearing out stragglers on the vehicle while driving or anyone hanging off the side of an enemy vehicle.
STRENGTHS: Bruva Suffa is an experienced highwayman. Robbing, looting, pillaging and raping has been his call in life for as long as he can remember and he excels at it. More so than anything, his specialty is in driving and repairing vehicles, especially at high speeds such as when chasing prey.
WEAKNESSES: Bruva Suffa is a shitty, shitty marksman. He is also not terribly loyal, given the fact he betrayed his last crew. To him, his own survival is more important than that of others.

NAME: Speed Phrike
AGE: Eternal. Phrike will never die. Phrike will live forever. Phrike is the pain of the world.
APPEARANCE: fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/206/3/a/wasteland_marauder_by_verehin-d41km7n.jpg Albeit missing his lower jaw, leaving his tongue free to waggle loosely in the wind. He is almost entirely scar tissue and burns at this point, layered on top of one another, intersecting, ritual and specific with meaning that only Phrike and his people will understand. He usually covers this with a similar, long bloodied red rag around his mouth when in public.
BIO: Phrike remembers. Phrike and his Blood-Clan refused to bow. Then the Pale-Blood killed them all. They hurt Phrike when he was but a Young-Blood. Now Phrike hurts Strange-Bloods for what they did. Phrike will never die. Phrike will live forever. Phrike is the pain of the world.
WEAPONS/GEAR: The top remaining row of his teeth is entirely chiseled to the point that they are fangs and he uses a combination glove he wears over his hand that resembles a metal claw formed out of rusted scrap that he uses to both gouge and cut, as well as cling to the side of vehicles and on to his prey while maintaining full use of his hands.
On top of this, he also has a harpoon he is capable of using, made out of retrofitted air pressure tanks, tubing and shaped reinforcing bar as well cord.
He also has two 'ice-picks', which are folded 'arrow' shaped metal pieces housed in motorcycle handles that he uses to dig in and throw the enemy around, as well as to hack away at and dig into vehicles.
He also carries a large backpack, filed with toys, a blanket, food and the like. Inside, however: dgicdplf3pvka.cloudfront.net/812965/australian-cattle-dog-blue-heeler-puppy-picture-baf1e958-a3bb-45d5-8a32-d8c158ab9113.jpg
STRENGTHS: Phrike is brutal, quick and completely overpowering. He is also unpredictable and his method of jumping from vehicle-to-vehicle makes him difficult to shake and free, being adept at overpowering drivers in their vehicles for capture. He is also indifferent to hunger, heat, pain - anything that causes discomfort - and in fact, he seems to embrace it willingly. More than experienced, Phrike comes from a culture of war, born into it and excels at it, especially with melee weapons. He has no moral code and is a dirty fighter.
WEAKNESSES: He is a glass cannon, all speed. One-on-one, on equal ground, Phrike is easily overpowered. He is incapable of speaking and only knows how to spell his name, but has a system of hand-movements and signals to identify the enemy. He is a loner at heart, preferring himself to no one else. He isn't loyal, he is a survivor, but he knows the crew he has now is as good as any. He has an emotional bond to the puppy in his bag and would do anything to protect it. He is afraid of girls, especially, as well as any Warboy that isn't Sleepy-Weepy. Even reformed ones.

NAME: Sleepy-Weepy
AGE: He has no age; only the half-life until the Gates of Valhalla open to him.
APPEARANCE: vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/rage/images/e/ea/1_ghost.png/revision/latest?cb=20111015193822 He wears a murky, bloodied red rag to cover his face. He also splatters himself in blood over his chalky, white complexion to distinguish himself from other, Immorten Joe-loyal Warboys.
BIO: A former Warchild, then Repair Boy, then Warboy, he was a part of the convoy that chased Furiosa and the Wives and personally witnessed the death of Immorten Joe. He returned to the Citadel with nothing but love in his heart for Furiosa, for she was the Valkyrie that delivered Immorten Joe to the Gates of Valhalla, for all to Witness. He helped free Bruva Suffa from being a bloodbag and released the former child-slave of Phrike from captivity to fight as a Free Fury, a part of a crew that tracks and hunts stray Warboy marauders and the like.
WEAPONS/GEAR: Sleepy-Weepy, while mounted, is the crew gunner, employing a .30 caliber turret on their Warbuggy. He also acts as a Lancer, using grenade-mounted spears to kill. Personally, he is a man with ranged-tastes. He uses a special 'elephant gun' (The top rifle) which is mounted on the rear of the vehicle, which fires .50 caliber rounds. He uses it to take out much larger game, such as trucks and rigs. He uses a semi-automatic, lever-action rifle with a sight. Being the gunner and not having to crawl along the vehicle as much, Sleepy-Weepy wears a loin-cloth, padded metal-toed boots and an a top layer carapace of welded street signs, sheet metal and scrap metal over spare tires, with padding on the inside. It is furiously hot and can only be worn in combat, where the speed can cool him as they drive in the wind and the armor is practical. He also, no matter what, carries a backpack with him everywhere, heavily padded and reinforced, with numerous IVs, lines and drips going in and out of it. Inside, two babies, conjoined, put to purpose rather than death after their birth by one of the Mothers. He cares for them immensely, much like Phrike, and treats them like his own, his two Warsons.
STRENGTHS: A marksmen, through and through. Unlike other Warboys, he believes that the path to Valhalla isn't in a vain death, but in the Long War. He is also adept at firing while on the move and, like other Free Furies, loyal to a fault and fervently obsessive in the cause. He is quick on his feet and is just as deadly out in the Outback on his own as with his crew. He has mechanical repairing experience. He also knows how to read and write and is used to the elements, both heat and cold. He knows how to drive. Proficient leader.
WEAKNESSES: Built like a runner, Sleepy-Weepy cannot hold his own in a stand-off against most, more so tempered by his will to be able to take a hit and get back up. He has no melee experience as well, only ranged. He is passionate about killing Traitor Warboys to the point he'll go out of his way. He is also immensely attached to the Warwhore, to the point where he can be driven into a mad rage by someone scratching a door. He is sickly and requires nourishment routinely from his blood-bag, which, if taken away, would make him weaker and weaker until he died due to the many ailments of the Warboys. He is also seeking the moment to achieve his glorious death, to ride to see Immorten Joe in Valhalla, preferably outnumbered, outgunned and outlasted.

VEHICLE: Roadster. "Warwhore". Originally a Warboy vehicle, it was re-purposed by Sleepy-Weepy, maintained by both him and Bruva Suffa and acts as an outrider vehicle to chase enemy combatants and 'hunt game' on the outskirts of the Citadel.
SPEED: +4
MANEUVERABILITY: +2
DURABILITY: +4
MILEAGE: +3
CUSTOM: Warwhore has numerous customized parts, some more impacting than others:
- .30 caliber turret, it can rip through most of the armor out there in the Outback or at least their tires. It has a barrel-mounted spotlight, as well as a sheet-metal mounting. It won't stop bullets or weigh the vehicle, but it stops Sleepy from getting hit by debris while driving. It can pivot on a 180 arc around the vehicle.

- Sharpened blades on the hubcap allow the Warwhore to burst enemy tires or take off the legs of anyone fleeing the vehicle, as well as deterring anyone but the most equipped or courageous to get into a ramming match with the Warwhore.

- Spotlights mounted on the front of the Warwhore, as well as mesh over the side windows of the vehicle. It won't stop bullets or weigh the vehicle, but it keeps prying hands out of the vehicle and allows Phrike and Suffa to move around the vehicle quicker, as well as to hang off the side. There is also some more psychological aspects to the vehicle: mounted insignia and badges, trophies and icons of fallen victims and prey, especially Warboy signia. In fact, a Warboy's steering wheel is mounted on the bonnet of the vehicle.

- Tow cable, to take the Warwhore out of sticky situations or to rescue friendly vehicles before Sleepy-Weepy and Bruva Suffa can return the vehicles to operable standards.

- Being a Warboy vehicle, it is customized at any point to be able to be flooded with fuel from the main and side tanks. However, with Bruva Suffa being the main driver, this is very likely to not ever happen.

[Flip]

I am so in. I'll sort my character after my finals this morning.

CHARACTER

NAME: Finch
AGE: 26
APPEARANCE: Finch's looks
BIO: Finch is a woman of Scottish heritage, her family having migrated when she was young. Prior to the apocalypse, she loved spending time with her Dad at the rally circuit. He was a steelworker, but his passion was rally driving. She learned how to repair through her time at the circuits, developing a reputation as a reliable mechanic for cars that often ended up battered and broken. After the event, Finch was quickly sought out by a less than savory character she knew from the circuit, and talked into driving with him and his group. They made their way around first as a sex ring, kidnapping and whoring out surviving girls, before sidestepping into human trafficking full-time. They were prolific and well-known as efficient and reliable on the slave market, but the set-up came crashing down one evening as an organised group of captured slaves overpowered their guards of the night and escaped, killing a number of the gang and seriously injuring several others. Finch didn't hang around once the attack was underway, bolting and fleeing in the most reliable wheels the gang had, a muscle affectionately called "Thumper". These days, she keeps her head down, comfortably getting by as a pay-per-job mechanic with no affiliations. She's done a lot wrong, and made a lot of enemies, but gangs were never ideal targets for finding slaves- her enemies were never that powerful in the first place. Her skills are useful, and her capacity to fight has gotten her out of a pinch more often than she'd admit. She's hardened to the horrors of this new world- she used to be part of it.
WEAPONS/GEAR: A thick machete usually hangs from her belt, and she carries a handful of tools in her pack at all times. Can use a whip but tends to stay away from it these days.
STRENGTHS: Solid upper body strength, skilled mechanic
WEAKNESSES: Obvious right hand tremor, compensated by forced left hand dominance despite right handedness. Poor negotiator. Nicotine addict.

VEHICLE

VEHICLE: Muscle; a dark grey muscle car with the name "Thumper" painted on the side
SPEED: 3
MANEUVERABILITY: 1
DURABILITY: 4
MILEAGE: 3
CUSTOM: Armor plating, turbo boost, side-mounted turret.
PROFILE: Not made for quick turns or maneuvering in tight spaces, Thumper drives smooth in straight lines, ideal for the long open road. Left hand drive, with a distinct right drift owing to the side mounted turret.

[Adlai Stevenson]

May 28, 2015 23:26:14 GMT -8 Flip said:

I am so in. I'll sort my character after my finals this morning.

YES.

WITNESS HIM.

[Adlai Stevenson]

NAME: Echo
AGE: Four suns past his first run.
FACTION: N/A, part of a small, nomadic desert tribe called the Allsprings.
APPEARANCE:

BIO: Echo hails from the Allsprings, a nomadic tribe who came from the village of 'Allspring' after the Big One, and the Long Dying that came afterward. Once a proud, advanced people, those who weren't killed in the Long Dying were ravaged by the pillagers and plunderers and rapers on the Black Paths, which have been strictly forbidden to trespass upon ever since. Sparse in numbers, Echo's tribe follows the wind, sticking to the deserts and living off the wasteland, never staying in one place for too long a time. They live a simple existence, without automobiles, guns, or dreams of anything more than family, tribe, and the will of their gods to survive another day.
WEAPONS/GEAR: A bow and a rusty screwdriver, sharpened to a point, are his primary weapons, which Echo mainly uses for hunting. He doesn't carry much else on his person - a pair of binoculars around his neck, a side quiver for his arrows, and a yo-yo he's only just mastered. While he has no motorized vehicle, his mount is a much smaller, unorthodox kind, provided by nature - a pack-bird.
STRENGTHS: Echo is brave, and isn't one to give up easily, despite the circumstances often lining up against him. Born and raised in a community where talk was cheap, and action was the course that kept families fed and moving, he's one of the few to ask questions, much to the annoyance of his friends and elders. His curiosity for what lies beyond his meager existence drives him to further explore the wasteland around him, and his sense of wonder is not so easily quenched.
WEAKNESSES: All that bravery and curiosity and wonder crap? More than likely to get him in trouble, in a world like this one. He's not big enough or strong enough to back it up, and his drive to know more often leads to some stubbornness on his part. Given that he's never even seen a car in his entire life, he's not exactly the best driver, either.

NAME: Trinh
AGE: Twenty-something? Thirty-something?
FACTION: Khmer Noir (formerly)
APPEARANCE:

BIO: Trinh's mother was a scavenger. Together, they lived off the scraps of the old world and the new, keeping the wind at their backs and death at their heels. When the latter finally caught up, it wasn't from the barrel of a gun or roar of an engine, but a slow, creeping sickness, brought on by a chill in the cold desert night. Before her mother's passing, Trinh was not aware of the prejudices and stigma against her Asian descent from the old world - meat was meat, bone was bone, and that's all that mattered, she figured - but when she dragged her mother to a nearby settlement and pleaded for medical attention, she wasn't denied over lack of supplies or expertise, but her race.

Shortly after, Trinh was discovered by the Khmer Noir gang, and with their help, saw to it that the settlement that waited out her mother's death would wait out their own; the Khmer Noir ran a motorized blockade around their walls until the ones who hadn't died fighting them slowly starved. The bodies and huts were left untouched, to waste away in the sands.

As a scout for the Khmer Noir, Trinh was educated about her cultural background and heritage, the vast continent of Asia across the sea, and the plight of her people in this wasteland. At first, she was enthralled, zealously riding with the army of her people, searching out land to carve out as their own, and with it, the dawn of a new age. She quickly grew disillusioned, however, when all her searching amounted to was raiding and other gang tactics. Their rhetoric was for establishing peace; the actions were for waging war. Left cynical and betrayed by these revelations, Trinh decided she was done with the Khmer Noir, and never returned from her last scouting mission.
WEAPONS/GEAR: Trinh's primary weapon is a pump-action shotgun with a telescopic sight attached, which looks pretty cool, but is somewhat unnecessary, given the range on the damned thing. She also carries a flare gun at her side, and a serrated hunting knife.
STRENGTHS: Trinh is a scout by trade, and a scavenger born and raised. She knows her way around the wasteland better than most, and can navigate through even the most hostile conditions with her know-how. She's a capable driver, given her scouting background, and tries to outrun rather than outgun her enemies.
WEAKNESSES: Trinh, for all her ducking and dodging and driving, is a runner, not a fighter. She's ill-equipped for hand-to-hand combat, smaller and less physically imposing than most in the wasteland, and ill-equipped for a firefight as well - maybe not with what she's packing, but with how she uses it. She's not a great shot, and gets even worse the farther out her target is.

VEHICLE: 'The Bookburner'

SPEED: 1
MANEUVERABILITY: 3
DURABILITY: 5
MILEAGE: 2
CUSTOM: Originally a transport vehicle belonging to the History Men, the Bookburner is outfitted with armored paneling and barred windows, along with a roof hatch and a retractable loading ramp in the back.